Hii ! I'm a fic writer and i put the multi in multifandom. I've been in fandoms since I was 13 (I don't recommend it) and I tend to obsess over things maybee a little 🤏🏻 too much. So before I even know it I have a playlist and a hundred fic ideas in my head about that silly game or anime. So... yeah. My fics may vary from time to time but I always come crawling back to that fandom, like an endless cycle I can't escape from. If you want to stick around you are welcome to do so! maybe I'll be writing fics about your fandom tomorrow, who knows.
AND PLEASE, NOTE: I'M A FREAK !!!
There are few things I can't bring myself to write about: pedophilia, incest, really explicit non-con, dbf. Otherwise... i'm all in. So, if you are a minor please do not interact or read ! This is a NSFW page.
other things
— english is not my first language, please be kind to me.
— i hate AI and will never use it for writing, so if there are any grammatical error in my works please know it's my own poor english grammar.
— if you don't like what you read, JUST IGNORE IT. I know some people are obsessed with saying "x character would do this" or "x character wouldn't say that" WHO CARES???. I don't give a fuck if you want to see a certain character being all daddy dom or bottom princess yaoi. I will not shame you, and no one on my page is welcome to do so. FUN POLICE is not welcome here.
— obviously homophobes are not welcome either, i'm a lesbian ??? so go fuck yourself. Nor misogyny, transphobia, racism, etc.
— okay i know i said i'm a freak but there's always some kink or shit i don't know about yet so maybee i won't be writing about everything. You could always ask though.
— at the moment I write x reader fics, but I can also write ship fics. It depends on my hyperfixation that month.
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I have a bunch of requests I'm working on, so please bear with me. I really thank everyone who shared their ideas, I'll try hard to do them justice and write good fics ♡♡
I almost fainted today and all I can think about is how this experience is going to help me as a writer, I have genuinely never experienced anything like it
If anyone ever has a problem with the tags in my fics, especially when it comes to the reader ones, you are totally welcome to send a message or anon so I can change it. I never want to offend anyone, especially since the intention is to /include/ as many people as possible. But if by doing so, I end up upseting someone unintentionally, I'd rather not do it. Either way, in smut fics, I'm going to stick to female reader from now on. If there is no smut involved, I will try to make it as gender neutral as possible.
I am terribly sorry if my ignorance ended up affecting anyone in some way. I will be more careful from now on.
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zombie apocalypse au ; graphic description of violence ; gore ; death ; suicidal thoughts ; morally questionable characters ; slow burn ; pre-established eddie/volt ; polyamorous relationships ; afab reader ; happy ending ; eventual sex (each chapter will have its own respective tags)
── .✦ you were just looking for supplies in the nearest town. who would have thought that would end with an attempt on your life and with two very handsome, very dangerous, strangers helping you escape that godforsaken place? definitely not you.
eddie and volt look like good people. for the most part. should you trust that or leave them at the first chance you get?
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prologue: when i first saw you, the end was soon
the beast's teeth mash a few inches from your face.
they are the only thing you can see right now. yellow, rotten structures that make a grating sound when they crash into each other. clang, clang, clang. it almost looks like they're about to fall, roots barely holding onto the bloody gums.
you could probably pull one out with the strength of two fingers, if that's what you wanted. fit your fist inside its mouth and just pull hard.
you don't.
those fragile teeth are capable of breaking your flesh with just one single bite. you saw it happen before. first, to your family. then, to the two-month quarantine group. the latest time to a stranger on the other side of the road.
now— it's about to happen to you.
you fight against it, of course you do. you punch, you push, you claw— your arms have never been so strained in your life, trying to push the beast off your body. begging for just one more single chance. it's not as simple as you thought.
yes, you may be able to see the beast's ribs, its skin may be falling off as if it were melted wax, but its strength? oh, boy… you were not prepared for the frenetic energy, for the desperation. you cannot surpass that savage thing on your own.
especially when you're worrying about not getting bit in the first place.
now, the beast's mouth is coming closer to your face. closing in on you like a hand around the neck. like the infection around your home.
you're getting nervous because of that. sloppy.
in an act of desperation, one of your arms stops fighting against the beast's body to search the asphalt beside you. there's a hand axe somewhere in there. it slipped out of your grip when that thing tackled you seconds before, so it shouldn't have fallen far.
“c'mon, c'mon—” your fingers search for something sharp, for that all-too-familiar handle with the skull poorly engraved at the end— a drawing you thought was extremely funny at the time.
but the beast seizes the opportunity before you can even grasp the damn thing. it isn't dumb, like the scientists thought at the start. at least not for this.
with a sudden movement, it throws its head toward your exposed side, trying to grab your skin like the mechanical claw on a plushy machine. you swiftly move your head out of the way, barely dodging the teeth heading for your cheek.
that was a really close call. you literally have no choice left.
regretfully, your arm abandons the asphalt and returns to its rightful place: struggling against the dead weight of what once seemed to be a man in his thirties. now, it just looks like a creature straight out of your worst nightmares. an eye popping out of its socket, ear half chewed off and a gut-wrenching hunger that tears you apart from the inside.
you swallow anxiously, the cold sweat soaking your back at the mere sight.
you're about to become that. a creature without it's free will. a beast haunting for flesh.
it's horrible.
there's nothing behind the eyes that meet yours, just an insatiable hunger, a desire to consume. to sink its teeth into the flesh that's so. fucking. close.
that used to be a human before.
the beast growls two inches away from your face, its teeth snapping in a frenzied motion. and you struggle, you thrash around, you try to fight with what little strength remains in your malnourished body.
but the adrenaline rush can only last so long.
wouldn't it be easier to just... give up?
you're exhausted now. so tired of being alone, of just surviving. and the beast. . . it no longer knows what it's like to feel that way. it doesn't understand exhaustion in the same way a human brain does.
it's just not a fair fight.
they say your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die.
that's not true.
no, what you see is completely different.
you see yourself in the place of the beast instead. skin falling off your tired bones, mind blank. just your brain forgetting what it's like to feel. what it's like to suffer, to fear.
a place where a time before simply doesn't exist.
wouldn't that be nice? wouldn't that be free?
to not care at all.
you won't even understand what's happening to you when you become one of those things. you'll just wander around the world with your rotten body (a lighter one) until the same earth decides to destroy you. and you won't feel it when it happens.
like, why are you even fighting at this point?
you have nothing left. all the people you knew are dead or turned. you have no desires, hope, or food. hell, you are already halfway there with how empty and hungry you feel all the time. why not go all the way?
why not... finish it?
the beast pounces again, but this time your arms surrender at your side.
the sound it makes in response is downright diabolical. the thing shrieks in delight, as if it understood that its prey had finally stopped fighting back, and comes down to bite you.
its saliva drips onto your cheek, its teeth about to scratch your skin when—
a slicing sound cuts through the air. fast and unforgiving.
suddenly, it's head split in two.
the axe—your axe—falls like a judge's hammer, sentencing the beast to a grotesque death.
blood spills everywhere: your face, your mouth, your nose. you find yourself choking on the dark liquid, your brain too slow to even comprehend what's happening. the eye that was about to pop out falls to one side, too fucking close to your body for your own comfort. and finally, its body surrenders on top of yours, falling like a wooden plank.
weirdly enough, it makes you think of a piñata. except that instead of candy, what's spilled on the floor are its own organs.
lovely.
you never seen a brain that close up.
“for fucks sake, don't just lie there like an idiot!”
that human voice is the first one you've heard in months. it's loud and shocking. cuts through your stupor in a similar way your axe did seconds before.
then, another one adds, much more gently.
“c'mon, darling. let me help you with that—” the hand that killed the beast is now extended in front of you. you blink once, twice. it doesn't disappear.
“volt, hurry up!” the first voice shouts, a little further away. this time is more hoarse, more frantic. you can almost feel the concern the other man exudes from all the way here. “the horde is coming!”
a dangerous thing to trust in this world.
the closer one—volt—curses loudly before pulling your arm and standing you up on your two feet. he's strong. could probably have defeated the beast on his own, strong.
“fuck— we have to go. now. go, go, go!” the man who isn't volt shouts, his hands gesturing wildly to the other side of the street.
and yet, you may not have a choice.
"you better come with us," volt starts to warn you, his brow furrowed with concern. but he's interrupted halfway through.
volt stares intently at you for a few seconds before bolting. grumpy man quickly follows behind him.
they leave you frozen in the middle of the street, wondering what the hell just happened, whether you should trust them or just run the other way. but not even a second later, you hear the growling sound. getting closer and closer to where you are.
and yes, that's definitely sounds like a horde. a really big one.
not giving it another thought, you run after them.
next chapter: eddie, volt and you try to escape the city. it's not as easy as it seems.
don't you hate when you have a good idea but can't execute it well? that's me with this prologue. four drafts, and i'm still not happy with it. but i had to post this before i lose my fucking mind.
anywayyy... i know there isn't much volt and eddie in this part, but i promise the next one will be full of them. it's going to be a long one too, so i'm really looking forward to write it (please save me).
this is supposed to be a long fic, but it's more of a series of one-shots set in the same world, with continuity and a planned ending. if there's anything specific you'd like to see, let me know! i can surely fit it in there.
also, i'll probably edit this fic when it's finished.
zombie apocalypse au ; graphic description of violence ; gore ; death ; suicidal thoughts ; morally questionable characters ; slow burn ; pre-established eddie/volt ; polyamorous relationships ; female reader ; happy ending ; eventual sex (each chapter will have its own respective tags)
── .✦ you were just looking for supplies in the nearest town. who would have thought that would end with an attempt on your life and with two very handsome, very dangerous, strangers helping you escape that godforsaken place? definitely not you.
eddie and volt look like good people. for the most part. should you trust that or leave them at the first chance you get?
| masterlist. | next chapter. |
prologue: when i first saw you, the end was soon
the beast's teeth mash a few inches from your face.
they are the only thing you can see right now. yellow, rotten structures that make a grating sound when they crash into each other. clang, clang, clang. it almost looks like they're about to fall, roots barely holding onto the bloody gums.
you could probably pull one out with the strength of two fingers, if that's what you wanted. fit your fist inside its mouth and just pull hard.
you don't.
those fragile teeth are capable of breaking your flesh with just one single bite. you saw it happen before. first, to your family. then, to the two-month quarantine group. the latest time to a stranger on the other side of the road.
now— it's about to happen to you.
you fight against it, of course you do. you punch, you push, you claw— your arms have never been so strained in your life, trying to push the beast off your body. begging for just one more single chance. it's not as simple as you thought.
yes, you may be able to see the beast's ribs, its skin may be falling off as if it were melted wax, but its strength? oh, boy… you were not prepared for the frenetic energy, for the desperation. you cannot surpass that savage thing on your own.
especially when you're worrying about not getting bit in the first place.
now, the beast's mouth is coming closer to your face. closing in on you like a hand around the neck. like the infection around your home.
you're getting nervous because of that. sloppy.
in an act of desperation, one of your arms stops fighting against the beast's body to search the asphalt beside you. there's a hand axe somewhere in there. it slipped out of your grip when that thing tackled you seconds before, so it shouldn't have fallen far.
“c'mon, c'mon—” your fingers search for something sharp, for that all-too-familiar handle with the skull poorly engraved at the end— a drawing you thought was extremely funny at the time.
but the beast seizes the opportunity before you can even grasp the damn thing. it isn't dumb, like the scientists thought at the start. at least not for this.
with a sudden movement, it throws its head toward your exposed side, trying to grab your skin like the mechanical claw on a plushy machine. you swiftly move your head out of the way, barely dodging the teeth heading for your cheek.
that was a really close call. you literally have no choice left.
regretfully, your arm abandons the asphalt and returns to its rightful place: struggling against the dead weight of what once seemed to be a man in his thirties. now, it just looks like a creature straight out of your worst nightmares. an eye popping out of its socket, ear half chewed off and a gut-wrenching hunger that tears you apart from the inside.
you swallow anxiously, the cold sweat soaking your back at the mere sight.
you're about to become that. a creature without it's free will. a beast haunting for flesh.
it's horrible.
there's nothing behind the eyes that meet yours, just an insatiable hunger, a desire to consume. to sink its teeth into the flesh that's so. fucking. close.
that used to be a human before.
the beast growls two inches away from your face, its teeth snapping in a frenzied motion. and you struggle, you thrash around, you try to fight with what little strength remains in your malnourished body.
but the adrenaline rush can only last so long.
wouldn't it be easier to just... give up?
you're exhausted now. so tired of being alone, of just surviving. and the beast. . . it no longer knows what it's like to feel that way. it doesn't understand exhaustion in the same way a human brain does.
it's just not a fair fight.
they say your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die.
that's not true.
no, what you see is completely different.
you see yourself in the place of the beast instead. skin falling off your tired bones, mind blank. just your brain forgetting what it's like to feel. what it's like to suffer, to fear.
a place where a time before simply doesn't exist.
wouldn't that be nice? wouldn't that be free?
to not care at all.
you won't even understand what's happening to you when you become one of those things. you'll just wander around the world with your rotten body (a lighter one) until the same earth decides to destroy you. and you won't feel it when it happens.
like, why are you even fighting at this point?
you have nothing left. all the people you knew are dead or turned. you have no desires, hope, or food. hell, you are already halfway there with how empty and hungry you feel all the time. why not go all the way?
why not... finish it?
the beast pounces again, but this time your arms surrender at your side.
the sound it makes in response is downright diabolical. the thing shrieks in delight, as if it understood that its prey had finally stopped fighting back, and comes down to bite you.
its saliva drips onto your cheek, its teeth about to scratch your skin when—
a slicing sound cuts through the air. fast and unforgiving.
suddenly, it's head split in two.
the axe—your axe—falls like a judge's hammer, sentencing the beast to a grotesque death.
blood spills everywhere: your face, your mouth, your nose. you find yourself choking on the dark liquid, your brain too slow to even comprehend what's happening. the eye that was about to pop out falls to one side, too fucking close to your body for your own comfort. and finally, its body surrenders on top of yours, falling like a wooden plank.
weirdly enough, it makes you think of a piñata. except that instead of candy, what's spilled on the floor are its own organs.
lovely.
you never seen a brain that close up.
“for fucks sake, don't just lie there like an idiot!”
that human voice is the first one you've heard in months. it's loud and shocking. cuts through your stupor in a similar way your axe did seconds before.
then, another one adds, much more gently.
“c'mon, darling. let me help you with that—” the hand that killed the beast is now extended in front of you. you blink once, twice. it doesn't disappear.
“volt, hurry up!” the first voice shouts, a little further away. this time is more hoarse, more frantic. you can almost feel the concern the other man exudes from all the way here. “the horde is coming!”
the closer one—volt—curses loudly before pulling your arm and standing you up on your two feet. he's strong. could probably have defeated the beast on his own, strong.
a dangerous thing to trust in this world.
and yet, you may not have a choice.
"you better come with us," volt starts to warn you, his brow furrowed with concern. but he's interrupted halfway through.
“fuck— we have to go. now. go, go, go!” the man who isn't volt shouts, his hands gesturing wildly to the other side of the street.
volt stares intently at you for a few seconds before bolting. grumpy man quickly follows behind him.
they leave you frozen in the middle of the street, wondering what the hell just happened, whether you should trust them or just run the other way. but not even a second later, you hear the growling sound. getting closer and closer to where you are.
and yes, that's definitely sounds like a horde. a really big one.
not giving it another thought, you run after them.
don't you hate when you have a good idea but can't execute it well? that's me with this prologue. four drafts, and i'm still not happy with it. but i had to post this before i lose my fucking mind.
anywayyy... i know there isn't much volt and eddie in this part, but i promise the next one will be full of them. it's going to be a long one too, so i'm really looking forward to write it (please save me).
this is supposed to be a long fic, but it's more of a series of one-shots set in the same world, with continuity and a planned ending. if there's anything specific you'd like to see, let me know! i can surely fit it in there.
also, i'll probably edit this fic when it's finished.
next chapter: eddie, volt and you try to escape the city. it's not as easy as it seems.
I promise I'll post the first chapter this week! It's just- I really care about this idea and I can't help but rewrite it over and over again 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I need it to be perfect, or as close to perfect as possible. So zombie apocalypse au soon trust
if anyone is interested, i'm doing the zombie apocalypse au next. I think it's going to be a long fic, so... wish me luck. I'll probably post the first part tomorrow ! and i'm soo excited about it
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𝝑𓏲 tags: smut ; nsfw ; oral sex ; threesome in some way? (volt's there too) ; female reader ; inspired by this fanart
you find out about eddie's oral fixation the hard way.
you’re resting against volt’s— still clothed— chest, legs spread and dangling over the edge of the bar. unlike him, you are completely naked. vulnerable. tits and pussy out for the rest of the world to see.
and eddie— he's eating you out.
no. scratch that.
eddie's not servicing you. he's using you.
he's lapping at your cunt as if it were a synonym for breathing. he's encouraging you to strangle him with your thighs, like it gives him some kind of comfort to die suffocated with your juices between his lips.
he has already given you two orgasms and shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.
“that's it eddie,” volt coos at him, a proud smile on his face. he's watching everything with the composure of someone who has been in your place before. his blue eyes are darker than usual. predatory. “take what you need, spark.”
eddie just groans against your folds, pushing his head even deeper. if that's still possible.
“f–fuck. tastes s'fucking good.”
he sounds so hoarse that you can hardly recognize him. the eddie from before, with his tense jaw and sparse words, is long gone now. in his place, you have him: a man who fucks you with his tongue shamelessly. praise flowing from his lips with uncanny ease.
you didn't quite believe it was possible to be pussy drunk until him happened.
“could stay here all night” eddie wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking hard. “bet you'd still be beggin’ for it.”
a sob slips from your bitten lips, too overstimulated to form a coherent response. when you asked volt earlier if there was anything you could do to help eddie de-stress, you weren't expecting the answer to be— this. eddie sucking your soul out of your cunt.
but that's exactly what you got.
eddie's tongue doesn't relent, doesn't even have a rhythm anymore. he's fucking you messily. sloppy. as if his own pleasure depended on your orgasm alone.
and if you think about it for two seconds, it probably does.
“c'mon” he insists, desperate. his stubble rubs continuously against your folds. up and down, up and down— then up again. grazing you juuust right. “give me one more l'wire. fuck, that's it—”
you shake your head, fat tears rolling down your eyes. "p-please. i can't- s'too much!"
volt clicks his tongue next to your ear, the sound sharp and disappointed.
"don't run away now. you wanted to help."
his words are a cruel thing, especially 'cause you can't do that at the moment. volt's arms have you trapped, locked against his chest, and no matter how much you shudder and try to escape from eddie's tongue, volt keeps your body still. forcing you to take it.
"so you better help." he orders.
and god, if your pussy doesn't obey—
eddie drinks eagerly the new slick dripping from your hole. his hands spread your pussy lips apart, providing him better access to your arousal. and then he pants against it like a dog in heat. pushing his tongue inside until he has no more room left.
"fuck– fuck! y'are so pretty. so fuckin' good"
you lose yourself a little after that. volt pinch your nipples, his hard cock prominent against your ass. and eddie… he just keeps going. he thrusts his tongue deep into your hole until his chin is glistening with a mixture of your slick and his saliva. until his eyes are clouded, focused only on your puffy folds.
and you're trapped there. forced to take him for the rest of the night.
til your orgasms are a weak and tired thing, your hole squeezing one or two times against his mounth.
(not that you're complaining about it. if you could decide how to die, it would be right here. eddie's tongue in your cunt and all)
i'm sick and i wrote this before the medication stopped working. if this sucks, it's the drugs' fault
I've been trying to write for two hours but the imposter syndrome is killing me rn. Can I write a word without thinking how much I suck as a writer? please?
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